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Blackberry Picking

A wonderfull day is unfolding.A child has gone blackberry picking.Along a thorn freckled hillside, these bursting fruits do reside.Nary a cloud in the sky.Only sunshine by and by.Nature’s gladdest moment does shine, All along that slope of mine.A happy jaunt in his step, For blackberry thoughts do pep.Later on after a culling’s done, its off to home with berries won.

She

A silvery silhouette on a morn so clear, On a beautiful morn for this time of year.Through the clearing did she appear.A singsong of doves her voice on the ear.This apparition dost make clouds in her wake.A glance towards me I thought, did she take? A ghost of my mind, perhaps did she fakethat slim smile I thought she did partake? Closer and closer the apparition doth come,